Mexico weekly ledger., 1887-06-09

so this is what has kept him away
she muttered, white unwonted smiles
wreathed her hard. square lips. dear.
dear Hugo! But it need discourage
him no longer"
Drawing her mother-of-pearl and
sandal-wood desk towards her, she
hurriedly seribbled the word..Yes" ON q
card, inelosed ii in an envelope, and gave
it to q servant, with a word " two
of direction and then she rang the bell.
.'Where is Susye" she asked Of the
maid who answered the m
Please, ma'am." said Mary Ann.
shes gone out
Without my leaye?" stormed the
heiress.
.'She only stepped mi to get a spool
of sewing silk, please, Miss Pryce.
She said she'd be back in a minute"
Miss Pryce's face darkened omin-
ously.
Il didn't hire her TO rush around
buying sewing silk" said she, curtly.
and she dismissed Mary Ann.
My" said that young person, when
she reached the servants hall. Il
wouldn't be in Susy Hollands shoes
when she comes home. not for the
brightest shilling that eve was coined!
Amt missis mad. though? Amt she
just?"
And Miss Pryce. impaticntly pulling
back the satin draperies of the window.
was furthermore stung by seeing Susy
come down the street. leaning on the
arm of Hugo Field himself.
well, l n~ever!' said Miss Pryce.
..If that isn't taking Il deal on herself.
Nv companion, that | pay two pounds
her face turned up towards him. like
the picture of the sun worshippcr and
the sun. I'll teach her better than that,
before she's an hour older-see if |
don't! The bold. forward, saucy.
little thing?"
Even rs these %tuulultuous thoughts
passed through hermind, Susy came in,
fresh as a rose.
..Where is hep asked Miss Pryce,
REFRESHING her rage, as she glanced
around the hall.
who, Miss Pryce:9"
Mr.. Field
Susy blushed to the very roots of her
soft. gold-brown hair.
He wouldn't come ill.," she faltered.
..He-oh, | may as well tell you,
Miss Pryce-he has asked me to be
his wife,
.'You are telling 4 lie!'
Susy started back, as the fierce words
seemed to strike against her like so
many javelin-points.
Miss Pryce," she gasped "are you
.crazy?"
"No, you poor fool" shrieked the
heiress; ''but I think that You are!
Hugo Field is only playing with your
credulity. He is my lover! Look
here!' And she waved the folded slip
of paper before Susy's dazzled eyes.
AT that moment Mademoiselle Celine,
the French maid, glided in, with Miss
Pryce's shawl in her hand.
81 beg mademoiselle's pardon" said
she, smoothly. .'but Eat letter was for
Miss Susee. Monsieur Field babe me
give it to her secretly. What could l
do better Fan put it in re pocket of re
dress-ta robe-zat | knew mademoi-
selle have give to Miss Susee? l de-
plore myself much Eat soch a mistake
can have happened itself, but ze letter
IS for Miss Susee.'
Miss Pryce dropped the Letter as if it
were a living thing, and had stung
her.
':Is this a game of puzzles?" cried
she, sharply.
But Susy had flung both her arms
around her neck.
..Oh, Miss Pryce, Miss Pryce," she
cried, "don't look so pale and hurt.
The letter was for me. Hugo told me
he had sen it; but l never knew
didn't dream"
Child" said Miss Pryce, recovering
herself by q resolute effort, ''What does
it matter what you thought or dreamed?
1t seems to me that it was l who has been
doing the dreaming all along. But,
Susie, | supposed that loye-letter was
for me. l sent back the answer he
asked for. Susy, will you do me a
lifelong fav~ VIII you let Hugo
Field suppose that it was you who de-
spatched the word yes, written on q
card, to him?"
II will,' Susy answered, softly.
And to the day of his death, Hugo
Field never knew hat the heiress had
been smitten with him.
''All my secrets are his" said Susy,
''but this secret was Miss Pryccs-not
mine"
And, at her wedding, Susy Holland
wore a pearl clasp of priceless value
in the folds of her veil-Miss Pryce's
gift.